The evening was deep, and the surroundings fell into silence.
Inside the room, the light was dim, and Yu Tingwan was bathing behind a screen.
Her tightly furrowed brows had yet to relax.
Unlike usual, tonight she was exceptionally quiet.
So quiet that Wei Zhao felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Wei Zhao lowered his eyelids, half-leaning on the bed, drinking medicine slowly.
It was very bitter.
But his mind was elsewhere.
"Was there trouble at the post station?"
There was no response, only the lingering sound of water by his ears, nothing else.
Wei Zhao frowned again, wanting to ask more questions.
Yu Tingwan dried herself off, changed into clean clothes, walked around the screen without looking at Wei Zhao, and went to the table to pour a cup of warm water, drinking it slowly.
The atmosphere in the room had unknowingly turned strange and stagnant.
Only after drinking enough did she step back to the bedside.
"Show me the peace charm."
The girl reached out to him.
